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Jeru the Damaja - Da Bichez lyrics
Unclear words are in curly braces.) [REFRAIN:] I'm not talking about the queens But <what?> the bitches Not the sisters <what?> the bitches Not the young ladies <what?> the bitches The bitches the bitches <Bitch!> Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt You can tell who's who by the things they want Most chicks want minks Diamonds a Benz Spend up all your ends Prob'bly fuck your friends High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses Think that the pussy is made out of gold Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood They be givin' up sex for goods Dealin' with bitches is the same old song They only want you 'til someone richer comes along Don't get me wrong, strong black women I know who's who so due respect I'm givin' While queens stand by you, and stick around Bitches suck you dry and push you down So it's my duty to address This vampiress Givin' the black man stress Recognize what's real and not material Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches [REFRAIN] My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin' I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian I told him she was out to get what she could get He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent Black Widow: she even killed dead presidents That he'd owe. Shouldn't have got one red cent I body slam her But I'm not a misogynist When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop 'Cause I'm hip to the game I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches Fuckin' around with those bitches. [REFRAIN] Since I've been club-hoppin' You've been ho-hoppin' You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in Any nigga with a record Could get your butt naked So your man got a Lex'[is] You live in the projects Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest Your ass ain't the fattest Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed I know your status, you can't touch my status Deep down you want this Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this Poppin' that coochie for Gucci Bitches like you ain't shit to me And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T 'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty Now go in peace Don't make me get raw And treat you like the harlot that you are Filthy bitches |
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